Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Random Hawaii
Ahhh.... Hawaii. My love for Hawaii. As I told you before, I love Hawaii. It's just such a cool place, and I wish I was there. Hopefully me and Chris can take a trip there sometime in the next year or 2. It would be such bliss. But in the meantime, I just have to look at it on the internet. Since it was on my mind, I figured I would give you a few random facts.
That's me in he middle-ish. You see, he one with the big bass? Just kidding, I stole this pic off of the internet.
1.Hawaii’s nickname is the “Aloha State.” The word aloha is derived from the Proto-Polynesian, alofa, and its meanings include “love,” “compassion,” and “mercy.” Aloha is used both as “hello” and “goodbye
2.Because their society was largely an oral rather than a written culture, ancient Hawaiians would learn values and history through trained storytellers. Because the stories were considered sacred, listeners were not allowed to move once a story began
3.Surfing, or heenalu, was invented thousands of years ago by the Polynesians who first settled Hawaii. Their boards weighed more than 150 pounds and measured up to 20 feet
4.When written with the English alphabet, Hawaiian uses only 12 letters and a symbol (‘).
5.Historically, Hawaiians gave leis to their local ali'i, or chief, as a sign of affection. Warring chiefs who wanted to make peace sat down to weave leis together.
6.The hula was originally a form worship performed by highly trained men who were supposedly taught the dance by the Hawaiian god Luka.
7.Ancient Hawaiians believed that the heavier a woman, especially a chieftess, the more beautiful she was.
8.Everyone is a minority in Hawaii—there are no racial majorities. Haoles or Caucasians, constitute about 33% of the population, Japanese about 33%, Filipino-Americans about 16%, and Chinese-Americans about 5%. Most of the population has mixed ethnicities
9.The average projected lifespan of those born in Hawaii in the year 2000 is 79.8 years (77.1 years if male; 82.5 if female), longer than the residents of any other state
10. In the older hotels on the islands, the windows face to the island rather than the ocean, because travelers came by ship which took days even weeks. They were sick of the ocean.
Hawaii's Good Luck Symbols:
Some other Hawiian symbols:
Pinapple is a symbol of friendship, welcome, and good hospitaity. They often give pinapples as gifts, much like we would flowers or wine here.
This symbole means Shaka or hang loose. It's used towards people a lot like Aloha would be, to say Hi, bye, or to symbolize friendship.
Flower leis are used as a greeting, and a symbol of hospitality and honor.
The language
If you would like to learn how to pronounce Hawaiian words, here is a little trick. For instance, the word ali'i the 2 i's would both be sounded out like eee. So ali'i would sound like uhlee-ee. Every vowel is carefully sounded out. Kauai which is one of the islands, looks like it would sound like coway, but actually sounds like Kuhwyie. The word a'ina meaning meal would sound like ah-ee-nah. Here, now you try:
Humuhumunukunukuapuaa
Hahaha... did I throw you off there? The Humuhumunukunukuapuaa is the state fish. It would actually sound like - are you ready for this?
Hoo-moo-hoo-moo-noo-koo-noo-koo-ah-poo-ah-ah.
Say that 10 times fast. Anyways, that is your lesson for the day. If yo would like to extend your lingo, here is a pretty good website - http://www.alohafriendsluau.com/words.html.
Aloha!
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Dances with David
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Strolling Through IKEA
We went to IKEA the other day. I need a highchair to keep at my in-laws house, and don't want to spend a fortune since she doesnt eat on it everyday. We went, and I couldn't find the one I wanted with the other highchairs. Who would have thought that they would be in 2 different sections? So I forgot to look at the tag to find out where it was in the warehouse, and we had lunch reservations, so I ended up leaving, and going back after lunch, only to find out that the one I actually wanted was sold out. Oh well. But the first time we went, I was giving Alyssa a much needed break from her stroller, and let her walk a little with my fingers. She let go, and went to te stroller, and decidd that pushing it sounded like more fun. And I thought it was cute, so I decided to post up a couple pics up for you.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Why I hate Detroit - Dedicated to Brian Toti
So, apparently my blog is leaving much to be desired. Thanks for pointing that out, Brian. And now my brother Matt. I recently went to visit my home town - Perrysburg. It was so nice up there. Saturday night I actually froze! I was walking to my car an it was like 50 degrees outside. I miss having the fall weather though, that's for sure. But let me tell you about some things that happened.
I leave sunny Orlando with shining happy people holding hands, and make my way to... dun dun dun... Detroit. Whew. Close your eyes an imagine me with a rolling carry on, a crying baby, her stroller and car seat, and diaper bag. I'm trying to find my way after I get off the plane, and there are NO bathrooms in site.
So I am walking all over the place lugging this stuff around, about to wet myself, and I finally come up to te bathroom. I am now forced to use the handicap stall because of the stroller. I get in there, and someone had pooped on the floor. Yes, poop and yes, I was desperate, and this was my ONLY option.
So after this, I leave to go get yet another suitcase. I get lost on my way to baggage claim. I finally get there, and I guess I wasn't the only one with these problems, because I was the first person there, and God was shining his beautiful face on me, because my bag was the first one on the convey er, and was just happening to be coming down right when I walked up. So that was the easy part.
I make my way over with the stroller, car seat, diaper bag, and 2 rolling suitcases over to the car rental kiosk. Everything seems smooth thus far. Then I call. She says ''ma'am, you need to go upstairs to the ground transportation area". With my mouth, I am saying ok, thank you, but in my heart I'm saying - ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME WOMAN?!?!
So I go back to the elevator, and hit the button that says ground transportation. I get off the elevator, and follow the sign that leads me directly to.... an escalator... to take me downstairs. I'm a little annoyed at this point. Like the escalator is some secret passage you have to take to get to the rental cars. So I ask some random individual standing there innocently, looking like he was just dieing to help a stressed out mom with a million things in her hands. He says "uh, I think you have to go down a floor" Annoyed, I once again had to find the elevator. I go one floor down, parking garage, another floor, parking garage. Finally, one floor down I see the shuttle area that I needed to be at. Coincidentally right behind it I see the baggage claim area that I just came from.
So I get the shuttle, and go to rent my car. She recommends that I get the next size up because of the stroller, which ended up being a fantastic idea, since they rented me a Nissan versa which may have gotten the model design from Steve Urkel. After jamming everything in the car (20 minutes later) I look and notice that my wallet is missing. If you have ever been to Detroit, you know that this is a serious problem. I remembered putting it in Alyssa's car seat since I had so much to carry, and I assumed maybe she's dropped it. So I have to take the baby out, and look over the whole parking lot until I get to the office, and scope that out, praying that I would find it. I asked the security guard if anyone turned it in, and to my suprise, she said no.
I'm freaking out at this point, because it's not like I'm at home, I'm across the country, and would have no way of getting home. The security guard offered to help me look. Again, my steps were traced, and it was no where. She opened the trunk and shook somethings around. It turned out that my jokester of a kid shoved it within the walls of the stroller. That was my experience with Detroit. Maybe next time I will fly into Toledo.
Luckily te rest of the trip was a breeze. I had a great time. I got to spend sometime with my sisters and my friends, and see people that I haven't seen in 12 years. It was really great until I had to go back to Detroit, but that is a whole nother blog.
I leave sunny Orlando with shining happy people holding hands, and make my way to... dun dun dun... Detroit. Whew. Close your eyes an imagine me with a rolling carry on, a crying baby, her stroller and car seat, and diaper bag. I'm trying to find my way after I get off the plane, and there are NO bathrooms in site.
So I am walking all over the place lugging this stuff around, about to wet myself, and I finally come up to te bathroom. I am now forced to use the handicap stall because of the stroller. I get in there, and someone had pooped on the floor. Yes, poop and yes, I was desperate, and this was my ONLY option.
So after this, I leave to go get yet another suitcase. I get lost on my way to baggage claim. I finally get there, and I guess I wasn't the only one with these problems, because I was the first person there, and God was shining his beautiful face on me, because my bag was the first one on the convey er, and was just happening to be coming down right when I walked up. So that was the easy part.
I make my way over with the stroller, car seat, diaper bag, and 2 rolling suitcases over to the car rental kiosk. Everything seems smooth thus far. Then I call. She says ''ma'am, you need to go upstairs to the ground transportation area". With my mouth, I am saying ok, thank you, but in my heart I'm saying - ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME WOMAN?!?!
So I go back to the elevator, and hit the button that says ground transportation. I get off the elevator, and follow the sign that leads me directly to.... an escalator... to take me downstairs. I'm a little annoyed at this point. Like the escalator is some secret passage you have to take to get to the rental cars. So I ask some random individual standing there innocently, looking like he was just dieing to help a stressed out mom with a million things in her hands. He says "uh, I think you have to go down a floor" Annoyed, I once again had to find the elevator. I go one floor down, parking garage, another floor, parking garage. Finally, one floor down I see the shuttle area that I needed to be at. Coincidentally right behind it I see the baggage claim area that I just came from.
So I get the shuttle, and go to rent my car. She recommends that I get the next size up because of the stroller, which ended up being a fantastic idea, since they rented me a Nissan versa which may have gotten the model design from Steve Urkel. After jamming everything in the car (20 minutes later) I look and notice that my wallet is missing. If you have ever been to Detroit, you know that this is a serious problem. I remembered putting it in Alyssa's car seat since I had so much to carry, and I assumed maybe she's dropped it. So I have to take the baby out, and look over the whole parking lot until I get to the office, and scope that out, praying that I would find it. I asked the security guard if anyone turned it in, and to my suprise, she said no.
I'm freaking out at this point, because it's not like I'm at home, I'm across the country, and would have no way of getting home. The security guard offered to help me look. Again, my steps were traced, and it was no where. She opened the trunk and shook somethings around. It turned out that my jokester of a kid shoved it within the walls of the stroller. That was my experience with Detroit. Maybe next time I will fly into Toledo.
Luckily te rest of the trip was a breeze. I had a great time. I got to spend sometime with my sisters and my friends, and see people that I haven't seen in 12 years. It was really great until I had to go back to Detroit, but that is a whole nother blog.
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